The happiest of Gotcha Days to my little oddball. At the time I decided to adopt Oswin, I didn't feel like I was depressed or a little more sad than usual. But as these two years with him have progressed, I've realized how far in it I was. Without Oswin, I probably wouldn't have started walking as much as I do (did). Without Oswin, I wouldn't have gotten up from the couch some days. When you're just taking care of yourself, you let things slide. When you're responsible for another living thing, you do what you need to do to keep them alive. And it happens to keep you going in the meantime.
Adopting a dog is difficult. Most of the dogs I've owned have been adopted and they each come with little quirks. Oswin is a little different in that I don't know anything about his past. He was about one and half when I met him. While still very much a puppy, that's a lot of time for very real damage. I think something must have happened, but I don't know what and to what severity. I'm just happy I was able to provide him with a soft and loving home. If you're thinking about adding a pet to your home, I highly recommend adopting. Even if it takes longer to find your "perfect" fur baby. Even if it's harder. And, if you have the means, adopt an older pet - they don't get as much love as the littles.
We've grown a lot together and are still figuring each other out in some ways. We're both each other's emotional support beings with neither of us really capable of being up for the job except we will show up for each other. And maybe that's all it is... showing up for each other. I keep him alive and he keeps me moving. I've had dogs before, but none of them felt like mine. Oswin is mine and I am his. We're just two little weirdos moving through this world looking for treats and a cozy place to nap. And that is enough.
P.S. He still hates the camera.
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